DJ Greyboy breaks down his thoughts on Music, Samples and Vinyl. Fast forward to 1:59 if you don’t want to hear about BMX. The young DJ’s out there need to listen to this:
If Second Hand Smoking is so bad for you, how come Spain won every major sporting event this summer (Wimbledon, FIFA World Cup and Tour de France)?
The 2006 smoking ban made a non-smoking area mandatory in bars and restaurants of more than 100 square metres in size. Any smaller establishments were allowed to choose whether or not to ban smoking. Most chose not. In fact, of the 350,000 hospitality venues in Spain, less than 45,000 have banned smoking completely.
This Summer I have been logging in heavy hours at The Del Mar Race Track, hustling, gambling and swooping fly girls. I have even taken to eating lemondrops at the track (and I don’t mean those shots that Strip Club Waitress’ always try to get me to do pro-bono, either), all the while enjoying the beautiful 70 degree weather that coastal Southern California has been offering, while the rest of the country sweats it out.
I have been mostly holding court dayside (pre-track) at Red Tracton’s and nightside (post-track) at L’Auberge Del Mar. I did take time to catch Juan Manuel Marquez cook Juan Diaz in the rematch, like I said he would. Another big win for 70’s babies over 80’s babies. And another decent win for my Custom Suit pocket.
I also saw Zenyatta go 18-0 in what Del Mar Thoroughbred Club CEO, Joe Harper, called, “This is the best day Del Mar has ever had. And thanks to not just Zenyatta, but the style and eloquence of people you see in front of you,” from the relaxing confines of The Del Mar Turf Club.
Now after having The Best Feeling again, its time to plan my next strike. Hope your summer is going well also.
“Money, horse racing and women, three things the boys just can’t figure out.” – Will Rodgers
Today is Opening Day at The Del Mar Racetrack. In fact, the countdown reads 0 days 3:01:13 till first post.
Here is Garrett Gomez breaking down the similarities and distinctions between The Saratoga Race Course and The Del Mar Racetrack:
“People ask me to talk about the similarities and distinctions between the two, and that’s not an easy task. All I can say is, they’re a whole lot alike, but a whole lot different.
First of all, I have a pretty good history at Del Mar. I won the Pacific Classic there four times — once with Go Between, once with Borrego, and twice with Skimming — and last year I won the Del Mar Futurity with Lookin At Lucky on the way to his 2-year-old Eclipse Award. But I’ve also been fortunate enough to ride some nice horses at Saratoga in recent years, like Colonel John in the Travers, Majestic Warrior and Circular Quay in editions of the Hopeful, and Wait a While and My Typhoon in the Ballston Spa.
Del Mar is beautiful. When you sit in the grandstand and look to your left, you’re looking at the ocean. It’s probably a quarter-mile away, maybe a little bit more, there’s no humidity and that ocean breeze tends to kick up while you’re looking out over the infield. It’s awesome. Opening day is a big extravaganza and last year they had record crowds. They really make it an event. People dress up and they have a hat contest and all kinds of stuff. But for the regular race days it’s a very relaxed atmosphere. It’s more like babes in their bikinis and guys wearing Hawaiian shirts. The trainers come in wearing shorts and deck shoes and everybody’s very laid back.
Saratoga is beautiful too, but it’s more of a county fair atmosphere. The attitude of the horsemen is a little more intense and they’ve been there longer before the meet starts, because it’s a great training facility and the tracks open earlier in the season. Del Mar, up to like the week before the meet opens, you can hardly get on the grounds.”
Do I have any picks for Opening Day? No. The favorites notoriously win on Opening Day which can make for some rough Money Making. If you really want to make money on Opening Day, you have to get your old-school hustle on. All I really root for on Opening Day is no deaths.
But I do predict that the place will be flooded with “Hipster Fedora” mania. Which happens to be the worst style move so far this decade.
Looking forward to the next six weeks when all is right in Southern California.
Economic side note:
It will be interesting to see if last year’s record attendance of 44,907 will be matched or broken.
Make sure you check out The G Manifesto’s Del Mar Racetrack Resources:
Q: What would you like people to think about you when your gone?
Muhammad Ali: He took a few cups of love. He took one table spoon of patience. One table spoon, tea-spoon of generosity. He took a few cups of love. He took one table spoon of patience. One table spoon, tea-spoon of generosity. One pint of kindness. He took one quart of laughter. One pinch of concern. And then he mixed willingness with happiness. He added lots of faith. And he stirred it up well. Then he spread it over a span of a lifetime. And he served it to each and every deserving person he met.
Smooth. Couldn’t have said it better myself.
A little over 47 years ago to the day, Muhammad Ali got off the canvas to wax England’s Henry Cooper. In his next fight, he would defeat Sonny Liston for The World Heavyweight Title in Ring Magazine’s 1964 Fight of the Year. Boxing, and the World, would never be the same.
Now, look, I have had dope rides in my day; a mint 1963 Lincoln Continental with Suicide Doors (and I don’t mean Suits VS SuicideGirls, either), a 72 Cadillac Coupe DeVille and a 2005 Cadillac DeVille (in 2005) so I am up on what I am putting down. And I can tell you that the lion’s share of the attention you get from dope rides is from guys not girls. Usually it is some skippy “congratulating” on how “sick” you ride is followed by tales of how they “used to own” a dope ride similar. Sh*t gets tired real quick.
If you think having a dope ride will get girls stepping to you, you are in for a surprise. Even in Southern California.
Doubt me?
Next time you see a Ferrari roll by, 99 times out of 100 you are going to see it with some solo dude or some cat and his weesh buddy. Rarely if ever will you see it with a fly girl attached.
Ferrari’s and other rides at that price point simply aren’t with it in regards to swooping girls. Hell, you would need to swoop like 30,000 girls to even make it pencil out. A highly unlikely occurrence, even for the most G of International Playboys.
Another word on Ferrari’s: max you can only fit one or two girls inside. Personally, I like rides that you can fit three or four girls in, hence the need for a Lac.
Hell, when I was a young up and coming Playboy on the rise, I drove a Ford truck (mostly for low-profile purposes). Granted, I was in my heavy “transport” days and uncrowded point breaks in Norte Baja days but I still peeled fly girls like a fresh Papaya in Panama.
So what do I do these days?
Truth be told, I don’t drive much anymore. I am usually waxing too much of a headbuzz and driving is the easiest way to get yourself caught up in the “Shitstem”. Nowadays, I mostly spend my time traveling, primarily in cities where having a car is more hassle than it’s worth.
Now I never get parking tickets, get towed, get DUI’s, get busted with 100 lbs of grass in the trunk or have to pay for car washes, oil changes, new alternators, or gasoline.
If I do need a ride, I have drivers on call. My cell is literally full of town car drivers and cab drivers. In fact, the only thing I have more of in my cell, is numbers of fly girls.
There is a lot of talk out there today about Fame VS Game. Although, I exist in the shadows, shun the spotlight and value my privacy (especially in my line of work), and a huge proponent of Game, I have had some run-ins with Fame.
Let me drop a little freestyle:
MC in Newport Beach
Back when I was a puerile pro-type G, I was partying at a nightclub in Newport Beach. Most likely in those days, I was there all vato’d out, moving some beans like an accountant. It was a typical Newport Beach night; fly girls, wack guys, weesh nightspot. You know the pill.
Anyways, I think there was some wack band (a real tragedy, and I don’t mean Juice Crew, I mean what the word defines) performing or some crap, I can’t really remember, and thankfully, there was a lull in the action. During this “lull”, the DJ surprisingly enough, started spinning a pretty dope beat. My running partner at the time and I both had a light bulb go off at the exact same time.
We both jumped on stage, grabbed the Mic’s and started moving the crowd with lyrical flows, flavor loops like Toucan Sam, iller, and started catching wreck like Godliza:
“Now to the peeps in the back, if you’re not the wack, say
[don't stop with the body rock]
Now all the people in the front, if you’re ready to bump, say
[don't stop with the body rock] “
My running partner and I were busting freestyle raps, precious like artifacts.
We were putting “the hip” in “hop” and the “don’t” in “stop” and the clips in glocks
and rock boxing your block.
The mad matador of metaphor ripped the hard core for him and his, them and theirs, and you and yours.
We even dropped some lyrics about Taco Shops and Quesadillas with extra Guac.
Whenever I would run out of lyrics, I would just bust some old Big Daddy Kane:
“Rappers stepping to me,
they want to get some,
But I’m the G, so yo, you know the outcome, Another victory, They can’t get with me,
So pick a BC date cause you’re history”
And so on.
Keep in mind, this was Newport Beach; it was probably one of the first times people even heard Hip-Hop. There was minimal risk of anyone noticing I was biting lyrics.
At first there was stunned looks on the faces of the crowd, but as my running partner and I were flowing back and forth with style unseen since the days of a young Ad-Rock and Mike D, and interspersing shout outs to our crew, we started to move the crowd.
That is, until the club owner pulled the plug. (I guess the wack band coming on next was getting bitter that we cold served them.)
My running partner and I then jumped off the stage into the crowd and a curious thing happened: We were literally mobbed and I mean mobbed by girls. Introductions, hugs and kisses all around. It was kind of ill. We were Eminem before Em was Marshall Mathers.
Thinking back, I am surprised I didn’t forgo my budding Standover career for a career in Hip-Hop. Financially, with all the problems the music industry is having these days; I think I made the correct decision.
